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It's such a familiar scene: a red triangle, a family huddled next to their broken-down vehicle, someone struggling with the jack… The family car, which has been as reliable as a head boy all year long, suddenly acts like that same head boy at Plett rage…
We lived in Rustenburg when I was growing up, and later in Meyerton, and from there we'd do our annual trip to far-off destinations. We had a few monumental break-downs over the years and the family still talks about them at get-togethers. When did we break down where? Was it in the green Kombi or the blue one?
I'm one of six children. As our family grew, my parents had to swap
